My Stubborn Soul Poem by Namita Rani Panda

The customs that chains and howls,
the prejudice that constraints and growls,
the idolization that raises and befools
can never crush my delicate soul.

The shackles of the ever-flourishing social evils,
the atrocities of the Lustful so sinful,
the comments which are so disgraceful
can never shatter my soft soul.

The traditions may push me to the dark,
the orthodox may hound and bark,
the path may be thorny and reality so stark
but never my stubborn soul will bow or break!